Yellow sand swept up to the heavens. Within a certain valley, not a blade of grass grew. At the center of the valley lay a small blood-colored lake, and the cliffs around it were so neat and orderly that the valley seemed like a giant pit, while yellow sand formed a yellow sky over it.
In the small blood-colored lake, a bare-chested Zhang Buku sat in meditation. The bloody water coiled around his body like long snakes, still writhing without stop.
The Divine Anomaly Realm Lord sat meditating by the lakeshore. Compared to two thousand years ago, he seemed to have become a different person—skin and bones, eyes lifeless, like a skeleton slumped there, unmoving.
Looking around, one could see corpse after corpse. They were all the remains of the Divine Strange Ghost Kings, each of them dead in miserable fashion, faces twisted and hideous.
A gust of yellow wind descended from the sky and formed a head above the blood lake. It was the head of a Buddha statue, ancient and worn.
It was the Buddha Immortal's Buddha head!
The Buddha Immortal looked down at Zhang Buku, an eerie smile appearing on his face.
Zhang Buku seemed to sense something and opened his eyes. He raised his head and saw the Buddha Immortal, but he did not grow nervous. His expression remained indifferent as he asked, "What? You can't hold back from making a move against me anymore?"
The Buddha Immortal laughed sinisterly. "You can be considered my disciple now. Is that any way to speak to your master?"
Zhang Buku did not answer. He merely stared at him calmly.
He had stayed here for two thousand years and endured torment and suffering. His heart had already been tempered a thousand hammers, a hundred refinings. Even if he faced